weird boy

naive

The Easter holidays drag,
and in between shoving down chocolate,
I think of weird boy.

I think about how this love is wrong,
and I am corrupted.
I feel wrong.

But weird boy feels right.

I decide I'll keep my distance,
but when the break is over,
I see him again,
and I don't know how to cope.

We're sitting together in English
and he's listening to music,
and I ask,
"can I listen?"
"Sure!"
He has penguin earphones.
It's Naïve by the Kooks.

I almost put my head on his shoulder-
he notices
he smiles
brushes his fingers against mine
"You're special."
I blush.